Esplin 9466 sat on the roof of the Admin Station, sniping any zombies that came close as he chugged back a beer. “Any luck on communicating with Richard?” He called back through the opened hatch in the roof.
“No,” Estelore, from inside the Admin Station, said to him, frustrated. “Nothing.”
Large footsteps stopped Esplin from saying anything else. He sat straight up in his seat as he saw a large object walk around the corner up ahead. He looked in the scope of his gun to get a better look.
Zombiefied Yorick was walking down the street. Only now he was much bigger and more deformed from the nuclear explosion. He had large red veins going all over his body and one eye was huge, while the other was normal size. He had very large sharp jagged teeth coming out of his mouth and a rocket launcher in place of his left arm.
“What the **** are you?” Esplin asked quietly as he loaded in more ammo and took aim. He fired, but it didn’t seem to affect the mutated Zombiefied Yorick. Yorick just slowly turned and looked in his direction. Then he started walking toward him.
Esplin 9466 fired again and again, but the shots seemed to do nothing. Yorick stopped and raised his Rocket Launcher arm and fired.
“Oh ****!” Esplin 9466 turned and jumped down through the hatch into the building, just as a rocket slammed into where he had been sitting.
Estelore and XenomorphLV426 helped Esplin to his feet. “Get the guns,” Estelore commanded to Xenomorph.
Xenomorph nodded as he opened the gun cabinet and tossed Estelore a gun and picked one for himself. They watched trough a window as a smaller gun barrel emerged from Yorick’s Rocket Launcher barrel.
“Open fire!” Estelore yelled. The trio knocked out glass from some of the windows and began firing out at Yorick. Yorick fired back, the smaller barrel belonging to a very powerful minigun.
Within seconds, the three Admins were cut down. Yorick stopped firing and the smaller barrel retreated back inside.
“Brains!” Yorick said, much deeper and much louder then before.
***
General Artea’s dropship landed on the surface of Richard's Animorphs Forum and the soldiers marched out, some of them pushing the Site Destroyer.
“I want a tight perimeter set up around this ship,” Artea ordered a group of soldiers. “Once the bomb is activated, we won’t have much time to leave the Site.”
“Yes, sir.” The soldiers rushed off to set up a perimeter.
“Team 1,” Artea shouted. “Move out! Team 2, stay here and protect the ship.” Artea moved out with the jogging soldiers, going with the Site Destroyer.
***
SuperClaire slammed a rock into the back of the zombie’s head, loose brains oozing out. She shoved the body off of herself and checked herself over for any bites or scratches.
Satisfied that there were none, she continued on her way. The fragrant smelly thing that Slushie Man had put on her back to attract the zombies, had fallen off in the scuffle.
***
Inside the cabin, Truth looked out one of the windows at the zombies milling about outside. Behind him, Phoenix004 secretly pulled his sleeve up to investigate a bite he had gotten in the battle on the way to the cabin.
“What’s going on?” Phoenix004 quickly covered up the wound as Toominator walked over.
“Not much.” Truth answered. “They’re just standing around out there and walking aimlessly. It’s like they don’t even know we’re in here.”
“I just checked the entire place out," Toominator announced as we walked back in the room. "No zombies in here. As long as we keep the door barricaded, we should be fine. If we see the zombies heading our way, we’ll also board up the windows.
Phoenix004 sat down on the couch and leaned back, closing his eyes.
“Good idea,” Truth said, turning away from the window. He looked at Phoenix004. “Hey, are you ok?”
No reply. Toominator slowly approached him. “Hey man, are you asleep?” Suddenly Phoenix004, now zombiefied, slammed his head forward and took a huge chunk out of Toominator’s neck.
“Join us!” Zombiefied Phoenix004 shouted as he leaped to his feet and snarled.
Truth rushed him and took out his machete, but before he could do anything, Phoenix004 grabbed him by the neck and threw him across the room. Truth crashed into a bookcase and fell to the floor, the bookcase falling down on top of him. Toominator stumbled around the room, clutching at his bleeding neck.
“Brains! I want your brains!” Phoenix004 ran toward Truth.
Truth took a fallen book and threw it, hitting Phoenix004 in the head, causing him to stumble back. Truth used that chance to climb out from under the bookcase and back to his feet.
“You’ll be dead by dawn!” Truth turned and saw that Toominator was now also a zombie.
“Dead by dawn!” Phoenix004 chanted.
“Dead by Dawn!” Toominator chimed in. The two zombies began chanting that over and over and over.
Truth picked up his fallen machete and ran toward Phoenix004. He swung in a massive arc and knocked the zombie to the floor and proceeded to chop him up, spraying the walls with thick blood.
Toominator stopped chanting and rushed toward Truth. “You’re brains! Give them!” Truth turned around and swung, decapitating Toominator. Truth breathed heavily to catch his breath.
Suddenly, he heard the chanting of “Brains!” coming from outside. He put his sword away and rushed to the window. The shambling zombies were slowly all turning toward the direction of the cabin and walking toward it, with the exception of a few Runners, which were running toward it.
“Oh ****. This is not good…” Truth muttered.
***
Wolfev laid on a mattress in a Bed Store. Myitt laid on a mattress next to his and ANItiger laid on a mattress on the other side, chewing something.
“Why do you chew Hubba Bubba bubblegum?” Wolfev asked. “There’s better kinds out there.”
“This **** will make you a god damn sexual tyrannosaur…just like me.” ANItiger answered.
“I think at least one person should stay on Watch while the others sleep. We can rotate or something,” Myitt suggested, yawning.
“Sounds good,” ANItiger said. “You can have first watch.” But Myitt didn’t hear; she was already asleep. “Damn it. Wolfev, how about you?” ANItiger looked over at Wolfev, but he too was already gone to sleep. “****ers.”
***
Artea led his team of soldiers through the city, killing any zombies they saw. Three people walked out from a nearby building and the soldiers raised their weapons at them.
“Wait! Don’t shoot! We’re human!”
“They could be infected,” Artea said to the soldier next to him. “Open fire.” The soldier fired at the three humans and all the other soldiers quickly did the same. Once the bodies fell to the ground, filled with holes, Artea shouted, “Alright, let’s keep moving!”
***
Slushie Man rushed down a street and saw a few too many zombies then he cared for and changed directions, going inside of a nearby building. His plan was to go out the back into a different alley and continue on from there.
Of course he wasn’t counting on a family of zombies to ambush him and rip him to pieces either, but let’s leave those gory details out.
***
Back at Base Camp, flood lights and barbed wire had been set up to mark the perimeter. The drop ship was located right in the center. A small group of soldiers patrolled around the edges of the perimeter, while the others stood around, their fingers on the trigger of their guns, just waiting for some kind of action to take place.
Suddenly there was a gigantic explosion and body parts went flying. The surviving soldiers all started rushing around the area, shouting and trying to figure out what had happened.
They all stopped as loud footsteps were heard.
From out of the smoke walked Mutated Zombiefied Yorick. “Brains!” he roared deeply as he raised his rocket launcher and fired another shot, taking out another handful of soldiers and the last of the flood lights.
The remaining soldiers all fired through the pitch darkness, hoping to hit the creature. The only light came from the bullets as they whizzed through the darkness, and the gun muzzles as they fired. Yorick returned fire with his minigun, resulting in the same quick flashes in the dark.
Suddenly a bunch of soldiers started dropping down dead, without even being hit.
“What’s going on?” one soldier asked.
“The quick flashes of light!” Another answered. “They’re getting seizures from them!” The next sound that came from him was the gurgle of blood as Yorick’s bullets ripped into him like a rag doll.
Soon after, the rest of the soldiers shared the same fate and the dropship was destroyed by a couple rockets.
